The Wigtown Book Festival is on at the moment and this book about our local area caught the eye. I bought a copy and read it and we decided to go to the talk given by the author at the festival. We booked tickets, including some for another talk later in the week about Dr Cicely Saunders, and yesterday afternoon we set off under lowering skies for Wigtown, somewhat apprehensive about what the parking situation might be on arrival. They do make great efforts with car parking, but we feared we might find ourselves miles away (well, yards anyway) from the venue. However, we parked without difficulty and made our way to the old Town Hall only to find that the talk had been shifted to the main festival marquee. But we got our selves there OK and joined a cheery queue waiting to get in. By this time rain was spitting and spatting on us and the wind was getting up a bit.
Inside all was calm and the heaters were going well and we were quite comfortable on some very decent chairs. The two speakers were quite audible to me as there was an audio loop provision, but I don’t know what it was like at the back. The talk, unsurprisingly, went over much of the material in the book from which Mary Gladstone read various excepts, and at the end there were the usual questions. It took just over an hour altogether and as we left we had to squeeze past the folk waiting to get in for the next talk.
We drove home in the half light of a northern evening, but as time went by darkness proper fell and with it came heavier rain.
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